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The Mars colony had difficulty recruiting immigrants. Mars lifeless, cold and almost airless soon became an alternate sentencing penal colony. While mankind is an inherently adaptable, can change himself - modify his structure slightly - so that he can live harsh environments with minimal change to the environment it didn't mean they would like it. After fifteen years on Mars Clayton hated it. Clayton couldn't take much more. Transport ship 52 had just landed, Clayton saw it as his golden opportunity.
Well written short, very 50's feel to it.
From the book “Clayton froze. She's yellow! he thought. She's turned on the trackers! He could see the pale greenish glow of their little eyes watching him all around the room. If he made any fast move, they would cut him down with a stun beam before he could get two feet. She had thought he was going to jump her. Little rat! he thought, somebody ought to slap her down! He watched her check through the heavy dossier in front of her. Finally, she looked up at him again. "Clayton, your last conviction was for strong-arm robbery. You were given a choice between prison on Earth and freedom here on Mars. You picked Mars." He nodded slowly. He'd been broke and hungry at the time. A sneaky little rat named Johnson had bilked Clayton out of his fair share of the Corey payroll job, and Clayton had been forced to get the money somehow. He hadn't mussed the guy up much; besides, it was the sucker's own fault. If he hadn't tried to yell.